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The Pink Diva Chronicles Day 18-30

Day 18
Dear Diary
Still no way of graciously backing out of being Tinkerbelle. I might have to do it, so what? People should not care about how I dress. If they give me a hard time or joke about it that is more about them than me. Nothing much other than that on my mind so it is just a small entry in you tonight.

Do not feel bad it is not long, for it is about quality and not quantity. I am open with you with these few words and that is better than doing a filibuster which has no substance.

Nighty nite

Abandoned Child Chapter 11

Jessie woke-up early the next day. She didn’t hear Maggie crying so she pulls on her mother’s robe and slip on the slippers that had been bought for her. She left her bedroom and went downstairs. She remembers that her aunt and uncle had a patio out back. She goes and unlock the sliding doors and steps out on the back patio. She walks around the backyard some and finally head back over to the patio and sits down in one of the dew soak lawn chairs. She watches as the sun raises.

Jessie looks up at the sky “mom, did I do the right thing?”

Magic is.. getting an after-credits scene? [6]

After-credits are practically expected these days, as are inevitable sequels used to set up wider universes over time.
Don't blame me, blame Marvel!

That being said, sometimes an after-credit scene or twelve can help soften the blow of a rather abrupt ending, right?

Events unfold including but not limited to:
Not telling!
Nuh uh, you'll have to read and find out!
Okay, okay.. Jeez..

So there's this bit where at least one person reads this part before chapter [5.11] and gets horribly confused in the comments.
You KNOW you want to scroll down and see if I'm right now, don't ya? :)


What Have We Done to Deserve This

What have we done to deserve this

Author's Notes: I will just like to thank everyone for their support, writing these stories right now is doing me good.

Ivan “Cookie” Samulski came home early from the Polish War Veteran Club, irate and sober. One reason he was irate was that the man who looked forward to feeling a little fine at the end of a Saturday night was sober. The blue collar man worked hard as a bricklayer and needed a couple of hours where he could just unwind. This common man did not ask for a lot out of life and was denied his biggest pleasure.

The Pink Diva Chronicles Day 11-17

Day 11
Dear Diary

Sometimes I think I am flighty. I want to write in you and then I don’t. I don’t know. It feels good but I do not think it is right. Even with it feeling natural to write in you I do not think it is right. I can keep a journal for my thoughts. I can keep a notebook even just lying around the house. No for some reason I do it in a book which I have hidden away in my sock drawer. Why do people hide things in a sock drawer? That is the first place people will look in a bedroom room if they wanted some dirt on someone. I know I will keep you under my pillow.

The Pink Diva Chronicles Day 1-10

The Pink Diva Chronicles Day 1-10

Author's Notes: This is an very old attempt at writing in the first person. I am editing it but I want it to feel like a diary. I am also not putting it all out at once for I was up to day 60 something before I gave up on it. This is also a slow transformation. Thank to everyone

Being Different Isn't So Bad Chapter 9

“Becca, there’s a guy here that wants to buy the armored APC in the back.”

August looks down at Rebecca’s feet sticking out from under a car she was working on.

“How much is he willing to pay for it?”

“I don’t know. You never told me how much it was worth.”

“If it’s the one I think it is, its forty thousand. If it is the Russian made one, then it is fifty thousand.”

“Okay sis, thanks.”

August walks off to tell the gentleman in the office how much the American made APC was.

Abandoned Child Chapter 10

Charles was at his girlfriend’s house feeling smug about himself and finding that micro-Sd card his ex-wife had made. He wasn’t a computer genius like she was, but he knew someone that was and was the son of the vice-president of the motorcycle gang. If anyone could crack the password protecting the card he could. He had dropped the card off with him and was just waiting for him to call back.

Charles cellphone starts ring “hello?”

Freddy On the Loose: Part 16

TFOS: Freddy On The Loose, Part 16

by

Rodford Edmiston

 

Note: This story uses background and concepts from the Teenagers From Outer Space role-playing game, Copyright 2001 R. Talsorian Games, Inc. The characters and story are Copyright 2001 Rodford Edmiston Smith.

"Did anyone get killed besides me?" groaned Argy.

"Ow," said Hub.

"Please get your foot out of my stomach," said Karen.

"Sorry," said Freddy.

To Be a Different Someone Chapter One: "Black Eyes, Blue Tears" (Sample chapter)

This is the first chapter of the story I wrote before "I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter". This is the same as the sample version on Amazon, but it may be easier to read on the site.
The original story was titled "FLAW" and was based on the Shania Twain song "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" but the publisher made me change it as to avoid anyone getting mad over the word "feel" (one assumes they never heard the song).

So, here is the first chapter of "To Be a Different Someone"

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I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter Chapter 8: Stupid Things

Stupid Things

"Kristopher?" My dad was the only person in the world who ever addressed me by that name. My mother would call me 'Kris' and my grandmother would refer to me as "Kristi" whenever he wasn't around. Not because she was afraid of him but because I asked her not to as it would only cause a scene with my father spouting out all sort of rhetoric on how I was the last of the Novoselic men and how I should be thankful and lucky to be the last male in the family--to know that the name and creed would live on.

The Ballad of Natalie and Chloe(Andrew) Chapter 1&2

The Ballad of Natalie and Chloe(Andrew) Chapter 1&2

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoy me trying to write more of a happy story and thank you all for the help and support.

Chapter one

Walking down the street Andrew could feel everyone was looking at him. He wished that looking was all that the strangers were doing. Everyone he walked by either was staring, leering, ogling , or even pointing and laughing at him. He hated the snickering the most but kept his head up as he made his way to keep his meeting.

I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter Chapter 7: Wanderlust

Wanderlust

It had been a few weeks and for some reason KA was still with Michael...or maybe that was the other way around. They spent a lot of time talking about things...they even included me in some of their discussions and--as much as I wanted to feel great for my friend, I felt like I was slowly getting cut off.

I mean, I felt less like a friend and more like the girl in the movies that was a little crazy but also had an unrequited love to the guy who saw her, but thought of her as a friend....which I was.

Being Different Isn't So Bad Chapter 8

“Hey sis, I got the inventory completed of our stock. We’re going to need to place an order for more oil and anti-freeze. Also, we’re out of stock on a few air filters and oil filters.”

August had been assigned inventory duty by Rebecca.

“Oh, Butch called and said we wouldn’t believe the type of research our client is doing. They were so excited at what they were going to be investigating at Stonehenge. That they couldn’t wait to get off the plane.”

“What type of research does our client do?”

I Am Rosemary's Granddaughter Chapter 6: Learning to Fly

Learning to Fly

Karen Anne was slow in acquiring Michael for herself because he was unsure about what to really do with her. She didn't like horses, guns, or got his humor like I did. Like I've said, I didn't see KA as my former girlfriend but more as my personal 'Jolene'.
She didn't change--much--after prom. There was a bit of frost between us, more from her than me and it was evident whenever she saw Michael talking with me about, well, whatever guys talk about; the stupid stuff, you know?

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